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"Umm, guys? I think we have a problem," my former body said.
Hailey, in her now much larger form, barged across the room and snatched
the book from Madison.
"Everything is fine Maddie. Don't you worry now." Hailey placed the book
high a top the bookshelf.
"The words were all blurry and I feel funny," Madison sniffed. "I mean,
I don't feel bad but it's just weird. I'm kinda dizzy too."
Mason let out a snort. "You're drunk! And by the amount Ryan was
drinking I'm sure you're going to be feeling the effects real soon."
Now that he mentioned it I wasn't feeling so hot either. I stumbled over
to the nearest bathroom and closed the door. I turned on the sink to
it's coldest setting and splashed several handfuls of water on my new
face. I grabbed a hand towel, wiped of my face, and caught a glimpse of
myself in the mirror. I knew exactly what I was going to see and yet
it's something completely different to see it with your own eyes. Or is
that Madison's eyes? Which are now mine, right? I rubbed my head in
frustration. The alcohol I had accidentally ingested was definitely
starting to kick in. My much smaller, and now under age, body was not
used to consuming such things. Especially so much in so little time. I
grabbed the edge of the sink to steady myself and I leaned forward into
the mirror. I now had these huge beautiful brown eyes. My now slightly
paler skin was lightly dusted with freckles just under both my eyes.
Same way mine were when I was Madison's age. And now I am Madison's age.
Again! I grunted in frustration thinking to myself that I should be more
frightened by what has just occurred. I am in someone else's body. A
girl's body no less. The daughter of one of my friends! I turned the
sink on again and splashed more water across my face. I shoved the towel
back in my face and let out a muffled scream. This can't be happening.
Am I really a girl? God my head feels dizzy. Am I talking too fast?
Well, talking fast in my head, I guess. So that would mean I'm thinking
too fast?
My thoughts were interrupted my a cold shiver running down my chest and
my hair stood on end. A few rogue beads of water had made their way from
my face down into my cleavage.
Oh fuck. I have cleavage.
I patted the towel around my neck and dried off my breasts. Boobs. Tits.
Whatever you want to call them. The very things that became an obsession
of mine ever since I was about 13 (the first time!), now sat
"comfortably" on my chest. I winced as I gave them a quick once over and
a squeeze. Yeah, I'm wearing a bra. And if Madison ends up taking after
her mother these things are only gonna get bigger. Much bigger. I
shuttered at that and reached to scratch an itch behind my neck. This
hair is ridiculous. I brought my hand forward and ran my fingertips
slowly down my other arm. I had no idea it was even possible to have
skin this soft. Completely hairless and smooth. I was never really a
hairy guy but at least there was something! Just touching my new skin
was pleasurable. My whole body felt charged with an energy I don't even
remember having in my own youth. I started feeling a little moist. Down
there. My hands slowly started to make their way south.
No. I have to stop.
This isn't my body.
I hung the towel back on the rack, took a deep breath, and gathered
myself before walking back into the living room. Mason was sitting
crossed legged on the couch peering down his tank top. Hailey and
Madison were giggling like school girls on the other end of the couch
just watching him get accustomed to his new body. Those giggles were
very unsettling and I cringed watching my body act so "girly".
"Did you enjoy yourself in the bathroom, 'Maddie'?" Hailey smirked.
"Don't call me that. That's not my name."
"You look like a Maddie to me! Doesn't she 'Ryan'?" Hailey taunted.
Madison laughed at that. She seemed to be getting more comfortable with
my body. Before the swap she seemed nervous and worried. Now I get the
feeling that she's forgotten all about her pre-swap jitters and has
embraced the fact that she stole my body. And is enjoying it! Not that I
could blame her. I'm a pretty good looking guy myself but when it came
to meeting the ladies I would normally get the cold shoulder. When your
best friend looks like Mason does, all eyes are on him. I'm about 6 foot
even with a slightly toned physique. I don't care to go to the gym often
but I can hold my own in a fight. Unlike Mason's obsession with hair
product, I don't style mine in the least. Sort of a short, scruffy,
hipster look.
I watched as Hailey instructed Madison to use water from the sink to
mess around and "style" her hair. I had to wonder how much of this was
actually Madison's idea anyway. Hailey clearly seems to be the ring
leader of this whole ordeal. I find it hard to imagine Madison not being
comfortable in her own skin. And not just because I'm in it right now
and can feel now pleasant her body really is. Wait, did I just say that?
Argh! I mean, she's a beautiful girl for her age. She shouldn't be
unhappy with who she is. Hailey on the other hand is cute too but in the
way that a kid is cute. While both girls might be the same age, Hailey
looks about a year or two younger. Most likely due to the flat chest,
something I wouldn't mind having right about now. Given a few more years
Hailey's body could develop into a real head turner. Just watching Mason
sitting there in her body, staring at his slender young hands in
fascination, was enough to make me feel uneasy again. That this was
actually happening. Mason jumped out of his seat and ran over to me.
"I feel like I could run, like, 20 miles. Like right now! My back isn't
killing me anymore either. And dude, check this out!" he inhaled deeply
through his nose and exhaled. "I can actually breathe well through my
nose. No more fucking sinuses! I know it's retarded to get excited over
smelling but my nose has always been terrible. I feel like I can breathe
for the first time in my fucking life."
"Language!" Hailey shouted.
"Oops! Sorry!" Mason apologized.
Did she really just call Mason out for cursing? And did he really
apologize? I would have told him to stick up for himself since he's not
really a child but her tone of voice coming from that massive body even
had me jump a little in surprise. It's pretty frightening thinking of
someone else in control of a body like Mason's. I mean the guy is BIG.
Not in the fat way of course but the man spends an excessive amount of
time at the gym. Most girls would always compare him to the actor Paul
Walker, which I could definitely see but would never tell him. His ego
was big enough as it is.
I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Oh no... I know that sound. The
sound of a shot glass hitting the table. I walked over to where the
girls were standing in the kitchen and saw that Hailey was taking shots
of Jack Daniels.
"What the fuck are you doing Hailey? You can't be drinking that! Your
parents will kill us!"
"Ryan, I think you kind of forgot exactly what's going on here. Maddie
and I are adults now. We are allowed to do what ever we want. You are
the ones who need to be watched over. Besides, I'm just taking the edge
off. Mason's memories are telling me he had a rough week and needs to
relax," she explained.
"Those are his memories. He was the one that had a shitty week. Not you.
And while we're on the subject how come you can access our memories but
I seem to be having a hard time reading yours?" I asked.
"Because you can't. The people who initiate the switch gain the proper
knowledge needed to carry out living the lives of the bodies they now
occupy. Besides, what possible knowledge do you need to be a little
girl?"
"I don't think LITTLE girls are equipped like this." I gestured down to
my maturing breasts.
"Well whatever. Think of it as a promotion. Girls are far superior to
men anyways. Might as well enjoy it!"
"Yeah, at least you got tits man! I'm as flat as a board!" Mason
complained. He was already starting to sound like a jealous teenage
girl.
"You can have them if you want. I don't want em!"
Mason's eyes lit up. "Wait, can I? Is that possible? Can me and Ryan
switch?"
That is not what I meant at all! I was about to open my mouth to protest
when Hailey quickly explained that it was impossible. When Mason tried
to pry more of the details out of her she would ignore him and continue
to take more shots. Madison seemed a bit quiet until she suddenly
started blurting out words.
"Accoutrements. Parsimonious. Magnanimous," she giggled. "Sorry, it's
just the way you were talking earlier Hailey. You sounded so grown up. I
accessed Ryan's thoughts and all these big words popped up. Words I
didn't recognize, like, I thought I didn't know them, but now I do!"
"I know right?! Like, who needs school? We just graduated from college
in one night!" They gave each other a rather girly high five.
"Are either of you feeling a sense of perfidiousness?" I asked.
Hailey stared blankly. She hadn't a clue what I asked. Obviously that
was knowledge Mason didn't have. Not wanting to be out done she said,
"I'm not sure. But I am feeling rather sesquipedalian."
I slapped my hand over my forehead. I give up. This is obviously going
to be a very long week.
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I have never seen so much pink in my life. Madison's room was almost too
much for my retinas to take in but after strict orders from the girls to
go "get changed for the night" we had little choice. Apparently the
girls are being gracious enough to let us stay up late past our bed
time. Their words, not mine. Which I also find rather amusing because
they are literally using MY words. If it wasn't for the constant
giggling and the incessant use of the word "like" you might not know
that they weren't actually adults.
A part of me was glad they asked us to go change. I didn't feel like I
was really wearing much of any clothes at all to begin with and really
wanted something to cover myself up. Mainly my legs. The shorts Madison
left me in when she so kindly lent me her body were anything but shorts.
Is there such a thing as shorter than shorts? They were so high up my
thigh they probably covered about 4 inches of skin between my waist and
my legs. At least it was enough to cover up my new lady parts. If I was
still a guy there would be no way in hell I'd ever be able to fit my
junk down there. Mason caught me exploring my nether region and joked,
"Nice not having to pick a side, huh?"
I had to admit he was right. If it wasn't for the "booty shorts" tightly
hugging my waist it might be nice to have room to breathe down there for
once. While I searched Madison's dresser for something to cover these
dainty legs I now possessed, Mason had already stripped down to his
training bra and panties and was giving himself the once over in the
mirror. His back to the mirror, he stood on his tip toes and squeezed
his butt with both hands while glancing over his right shoulder admiring
his reflection. "I might be lacking in the chest area but hot damn do I
have a sweet tush!" he said as he gave himself a quick slap on the butt.
I rolled my eyes and continued to search through my pajama drawer. I
mean Maddie's drawer, not mine. Uggh, I'm still feeling the effects of
the alcohol. My mind is getting cluttered. I pulled out a pair of long
pink Hello Kitty pajama bottoms. I hated the pink but at least they
weren't as revealing as some of the others things I found. There seemed
to be a matching tank top to complete this silly ensemble. I had to
literally peel off the shirt I was currently wearing and toss it on the
floor. Does everything have to be so damn tight?! I felt over exposed in
just my bra and I could see Mason staring at me from the corner of my
eye. It was a look I'd never seen on his face before. His original face,
not the dough eyed little angel that stood before me. It was a look of
envy. Could he really be that jealous of my tits? I didn't even want to
ask so I reached down, grabbed my tank top, and pulled it over my head.
While I still felt like a complete idiot wearing these clothes, I was
glad they were at least comfortable and I felt somewhat normal. Though
just the way the fleece fabric rubbed against my smooth legs sent a
pleasurable feeling coursing through me. It doesn't seem likely that
girls, or women in general, always feel this way but I also have to
remind myself that this body is going through some major changes at this
age. As a boy I had to deal with the awkwardness of taming an
uncontrollable beast in my pants that always seemed to get excited at
the worst times imaginable. That wouldn't be a problem in this body but
just the overall feeling I'm getting being in Madison's skin worries me.
It's as if my body is trying to warn my brain, "Listen, things are going
to be changing soon, and I just wanted to give you the heads up."
Changing soon huh? You have no idea.
"Fuck this thing! It itches. Why does she even wear it? There's nothing
to fill the damn thing out anyway." Mason threw his bra across the room
in frustration. He searched through Hailey's over night bag and pulled
out some night wear. While I chose more breathable attire, Mason went a
different route and chose some tiny mesh shorts and a t-shirt that
hugged his torso a little too tight. But as he said, not like there's
anything to get in the way.
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We casually made our way back into the living room. Mason playfully
kicked me in my butt with one of the huge fluffy slippers he opted to
wear. I tried on Madison's slippers for a moment, and while they were
comfortable, they were way too cutesy and pink and I wanted to maintain
some sort of dignity while in this body. The girls were sitting on the
couch each had a glass of what looked like Coca Cola though I knew
better. The Jack Daniels bottle sitting on the coffee table was kind of
a give away. They were watching the television and laughing
hysterically. Is this how we looked while we were drunk?
"OK that's enough. Girls, you need to stop with the booze. Your parents
are going to kill me," I said.
"YOUR parents aren't going to do anything, Maddie!" Madison said in
between fits of laughter. "Oh my GOD I can't believe I'm talking to
myself. This is SO cool. I feel amazing like this. I'm so glad you
talked me into this Hailey."
"For reals! I always wondered why my parents were so happy on the
weekends. Alcohol is fun!" She took another swig of her drink. "Hey, you
wanna arm wrestle?"
"OK!"
The former girls both that on the floor and put their arms on the table.
I went and sat next to Mason on the couch. He looked so cute and
innocent just watching the television. Not a care in the world. Every
moment or so he would glance down at himself just to check if it was all
real. The girls laughter had gotten louder and I heard a loud bang
noise. The arm wrestling had somehow just turned into floor wrestling.
Like a couple of frat boys beating on each other. Mason let out a huge
cough and placed a glass on the table.
"Wow that's a lot stronger than I remember."
"Holy shit did you just have some of their booze? These bodies are under
age you dumbass!"
"Oh puh-leeze," he said in a very Hailey like manner. "This body is only
a year younger than I was when I started drinking. Remember Zack's 14th
birthday party? We were wasted! Plus, like you said to the girls
earlier, I've had a rough week and I'm on vacation. I deserve a little
something something."
"So a vacation from yourself isn't enough?" A lamp crashed in the
background. "Just listen to them! They're gonna tear this house apart."
"It doesn't matter what body they inhabit. Sure, they can use our
knowledge, or whatever, to let them know how much liquor our bodies can
handle. But obviously they aren't using that knowledge, or just choose
to ignore it, because it's pretty plain to see they've already gone
above and beyond. Their minds aren't used to this sort of thing. I give
them 30 minutes and I bet you they are out like a light. Then we have
the whole night to relax in peace and enjoy this gift they have given
us."
"Gift? Are you serious? I still can't believe you are taking this so
well. Look at you! You're a girl. You act as if shit like this happens
to us all the time."
"Look. I don't wanna talk about it right now." Mason got up and switched
on the X-Box. He grabbed two of the controllers and threw one in my
direction and it hit me right in the chest. "Here, this should take your
mind off things."
"Ya hit me right in the boob ya jerk!" I laughed.
"Here let me rub that for you," he joked as he gave my tit a quick
squeeze and I slapped his hand away.
"Hands off the merchandise."
We sat and played for what felt like hours. I would occasionally sneak a
sip of Mason's drink. He was right. It did calm the nerves a bit. I made
sure only to take the tiniest of sips as I didn't know the effects it
would have on me now. Every sip I took made my whole body feel warm.
Mason and I were joking back and worth and talking trash on each other.
But instead of the occasional punch to the arm or smack in the face we
would normally do in our male bodies I found that we were playfully
pulling each others hair and giving out titty twisters. At one point
Mason ran to get something out of Hailey's bag and came back with a
scrunchie. He fumbled a bit trying to gather up the massive amount of
hair Hailey had grown out over the years.
"The only reason you're winning is because these golden locks of hair
keep obstructing my view," he said as he had finally snapped the
scrunchie successfully into place. I had to admit. Hailey looked really
cute in a ponytail.
"Wow, still looking for any excuse to avoid admitting you suck at this
game. You always acted like a little girl when you lost. I guess this
situation is pretty fitting for you."
"Fuck you pal. It's not my fault these tiny little hands can barely grip
the controller," Mason shot back. He paused the game for a second and
held up his hand as if he was listening for something. "Hey, listen.
Notice how quiet it is?"
He was right. Dead silence. We both jumped up off the floor and went to
investigate. I went to check my guest room while Mason check his. I saw
my body sprawled out on the bed. The clothes I had been wearing when I
first entered this house today were all neatly folded on a small chair
next to the bed. Oh please Lord tell me she's not naked under those
sheets. I had been so caught up in the differences I was experiencing in
Madison's body that I completely forgot about what the girls might do
with ours. I tip toed quietly over to the bed and surveyed the
situation. Good, it looks like she found my pajama bottoms but decided
to go shirtless. I felt kind of embarrassed looking at my own body half
naked. I'm used to seeing myself fully naked all the time. Why was this
any different? It was a feeling of excitement and I didn't like it.
Teenage hormones on the other side of the gender fence is not something
I'm ready to deal with right now. Especially while looking at myself. I
quickly, but silently dashed out of the room and back to the living
room. Mason was sprawled out on the sofa with his hands down his pants.
I didn't take this as anything perverted on his part. Ever since we were
this age, Mason would often fall asleep with his hand on his crotch. He
said he suffered from Al Bundy syndrome. Seeing this young girl lay
there in that position somehow felt reassuring. While looking completely
different on the outside, it was still my best friend in there.
I decided to take this time to clean up a bit. First and foremost. Hide
the booze. That will at least give us some sort of advantage over them.
I gathered up all the liquor bottles I could find and hid them in the
garage. I was having a much harder time with some of the bigger glass
bottles due to their weight and my new hands.
There, everything looks perfect.
I walked by Adam's room to check on him. Poor little guy was so tuckered
out earlier. He has no idea what while he slept his older sister and her
best friend body jacked his guardians for the week. Probably best it's
not mentioned to him in the morning.
I turned out the lights and almost walked into my guest room until I
remembered "I'm" already asleep in there. Guess I'll have to spend my
night in the frilly pink dungeon. I slowly crawled into her bed and
instinctively took my shirt off and threw it on the floor and lay down
on my side. While this was my normal sleeping position I found it a
little less comfortable with The Twins pressing against me. I noticed an
ipod Nano next to the bed and put the ear buds in my ear and hit play.
Music usually helps drift me off to sleep, no matter what kind it is, so
I just embraced the soothing tones of Lady Gaga and I drifted off to
sleep.
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